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towerofanimus2013-09-02 06:22 pm
firstnothing) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-02 06:22 pm
A whole new world o/`
Name: Xemnas and ANYONE
Format: Prose, Actions. Whatever people are most comfortable with; beginning prose.
Setting:Room 2-10, then Travel Time to Floor 61.
Summary: Dude, Where's My Castle? Or, Xemnas Arrival.
Warnings: Possibly violence. Possibly not. Very brief nudity. Will update as things happen.
Notes: Limited number of locations to start with, because hugegame is huge.
Sleep paralysis is a new experience, and is waited out with measured patience. Not being able to move isn't particularly alarming, as it doesn't come with pain or disorientation. The room is unfamiliar. That.. is more troubling. Unusual outfit: check. Collar: check. The white didn't bother him overmuch, even though it wasn't as comfortable as the uniforms he'd painstakingly made. A search of the collar finds no fasteners, and pulling on it did no good so he doesn't waste his time trying to tear it free. Both notes are skimmed then set on the bed; the chances of a world that didn't exist being destroyed were slim. It was of no concern. What was ... was being somewhere he shouldn't be, and attempting to form a corridor of darkness to the castle failing outright.
Xemnas, being a fairly practical creature, comes to the conclusion that finding out where he is, is a reasonable good step.
If any of his new roommates are there, he politely disregards the presence of others in favor of standing, investigating the chest at the foot of the narrow bed and almost immediately stripping out of the white skin-tight outfit that had been provided him and replacing it with the black uniform of the Organization.
Sometimes free shows can't be helped.
--
It doesn't take long before he's satisfied with what he knows of the dormitory floors. People aren't his concern, and he doesn't bother to greet anyone he comes across. He'll query individuals later, once he has a solid map in his mind of where he is. He couldn't use a corridor to get somewhere he hadn't been before, after all. If he's stopped, well, that's different.
Then peaceful, patient elevator travel. There were only a certain number of floors it would stop at but he'd investigate each one eventually.
--
The elevator opening to a grassy plain is unexpected, as are the distant mountains. Did the elevator connect to entirely different worlds, a peculiar technological version of world-hopping? This is worth investigating a little more thoroughly, and in short order there is a dark shape moving through the waist-deep grass, almost but not quite curious. It seems like a peaceful place, and aside from plants, Xemnas could detect no other obvious signs of life in his immediate vicinity.
He doesn't notice the clouds at first. Or the mountains.
Because honestly, the holes in the ground are much more attention-grabbing, and difficult to spot.
He finds one the hard way. There's a yelp as the ground he expected to be underfoot in his next step simply isn't there, sending him tumbling into some til-now hidden pit. Falling to one's demise probably normally elicits more of a reaction than vague irritation that that was incredibly undignified, but killing a Nobody by dropping them from great heights doesn't usually work.
Especially when they can teleport. Xemnas relied on line of sight, but his reactions were quick enough that he's not falling for more than a moment before he flickers into being above the hole and just to one side, dropping a few feet back onto the grass with a thump. Frowning, the edges of the pit are carefully explored. He's.. going to be here a while.
Format: Prose, Actions. Whatever people are most comfortable with; beginning prose.
Setting:Room 2-10, then Travel Time to Floor 61.
Summary: Dude, Where's My Castle? Or, Xemnas Arrival.
Warnings: Possibly violence. Possibly not. Very brief nudity. Will update as things happen.
Notes: Limited number of locations to start with, because hugegame is huge.
Sleep paralysis is a new experience, and is waited out with measured patience. Not being able to move isn't particularly alarming, as it doesn't come with pain or disorientation. The room is unfamiliar. That.. is more troubling. Unusual outfit: check. Collar: check. The white didn't bother him overmuch, even though it wasn't as comfortable as the uniforms he'd painstakingly made. A search of the collar finds no fasteners, and pulling on it did no good so he doesn't waste his time trying to tear it free. Both notes are skimmed then set on the bed; the chances of a world that didn't exist being destroyed were slim. It was of no concern. What was ... was being somewhere he shouldn't be, and attempting to form a corridor of darkness to the castle failing outright.
Xemnas, being a fairly practical creature, comes to the conclusion that finding out where he is, is a reasonable good step.
If any of his new roommates are there, he politely disregards the presence of others in favor of standing, investigating the chest at the foot of the narrow bed and almost immediately stripping out of the white skin-tight outfit that had been provided him and replacing it with the black uniform of the Organization.
Sometimes free shows can't be helped.
--
It doesn't take long before he's satisfied with what he knows of the dormitory floors. People aren't his concern, and he doesn't bother to greet anyone he comes across. He'll query individuals later, once he has a solid map in his mind of where he is. He couldn't use a corridor to get somewhere he hadn't been before, after all. If he's stopped, well, that's different.
Then peaceful, patient elevator travel. There were only a certain number of floors it would stop at but he'd investigate each one eventually.
--
The elevator opening to a grassy plain is unexpected, as are the distant mountains. Did the elevator connect to entirely different worlds, a peculiar technological version of world-hopping? This is worth investigating a little more thoroughly, and in short order there is a dark shape moving through the waist-deep grass, almost but not quite curious. It seems like a peaceful place, and aside from plants, Xemnas could detect no other obvious signs of life in his immediate vicinity.
He doesn't notice the clouds at first. Or the mountains.
Because honestly, the holes in the ground are much more attention-grabbing, and difficult to spot.
He finds one the hard way. There's a yelp as the ground he expected to be underfoot in his next step simply isn't there, sending him tumbling into some til-now hidden pit. Falling to one's demise probably normally elicits more of a reaction than vague irritation that that was incredibly undignified, but killing a Nobody by dropping them from great heights doesn't usually work.
Especially when they can teleport. Xemnas relied on line of sight, but his reactions were quick enough that he's not falling for more than a moment before he flickers into being above the hole and just to one side, dropping a few feet back onto the grass with a thump. Frowning, the edges of the pit are carefully explored. He's.. going to be here a while.
Floor 61
Well, might as well see which newbie got themselves in more trouble than he normally does on any given Tues...day...
...
Well, that certainly was the coat he despises (and is stuck wearing unless he wants hand-me-downs from his face-siblings). That alone was warning enough to make him want to turn back. Yet he always was the stubborn and most likely to ignore logic at random intervals.
Couldn't be worse than the Pig, right-?]
...
[...Yeah he's just going to take a few steps back and try to deal with his mortal enemy of stairs unless he's spotted.]
Don't fall too far.
Re: Floor 61
Or lurking as the case might be.
Really, he's not inattentive to his surroundings, he's simply quick to calculate whether or not something is actually a danger and then go about his business accordingly. A black-clad shape by stairs? It's simply not that big of a threat on his mental radar to really bother with, unlike treacherous footing that could drop him once more down a pit. Perhaps the second time he wouldn't be so quick about teleporting back out. Line of sight was a difficult thing sometimes.
And thus it probably would have stayed, the boy by the steps disregarded - except he recognizes that voice, and pauses his sudden hunt for things to begin throwing in the pit to test for a bottom. Slowly Xemnas swivels around, bemused.]
Oh, I wouldn't fall that far, worry not.
[It takes a moment for him to recognize exactly what his observer is wearing, and frowns faintly. He'd heard rumors there were people running about the worlds in his uniform. He should find it flattering. He doesn't.]
I'm going to start charging royalties if outsiders keep wearing my coats. Who gave you that one, I wonder?
[He COULD sound annoyed. He doesn't. Xemnas' tone remains a steady pleasant utter lack of anything at all.]
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That response makes him freeze. Well, he guesses the Nobodies had good hearing, after all. He should have known better than to say anything, but he did anyway. Sigh.]
I don't know... A lot of new arrivals tend to fall to their deaths.
[He turns back around, not trusting to show his back to this figure.]
As for who, ask the ones who "saved" us.
[Bitter to both groups? Nah, whatever gave you that idea?]
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That didn't mean he wasn't being careful. It's not easy to tell a replica from the original just by looking at them. And one did not take chances with keyblades.]
Not a concern. It's difficult to kill that which doesn't exist. I have a great many things to ask them, but I'm afraid coats are very low on the priority list.
[Any signs of bitterness are noted and simply filed away as interesting but ultimately irrelevant. There were more important things.]
And of this entire tower, you have found nothing else that you prefer better? Interesting.
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Hate to break it to you, but that means less than nothing here. [He waves it off.] And you're better off asking someone else if you want answers.
[... Did he seriously. Yep, he did just bring it back to the coat. He shakes his head.]
...Beats what this place has otherwise.
[Do not get him started on the clothing at a certain floor, or that the materials were little more than rags if not specifically asked for. Really, it's a matter of it being the more useful and the lesser evil.]
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[Xemnas says it as if it were painfully, mindbogglingly obvious, with a tone that suggests he's honestly surprised Riku (or in this case his replica) hadn't seen how obvious it was.]
Vexen spoke highly of your intelligence, but it seems he left out your ignorance. Unfortunate.
[Ignorance wasn't stupidity. One couldn't teach the stupid, the ignorant simply hadn't had a chance to erase their ignorance yet. They could be taught.
... He had no intention of setting himself to that task. He had better things to do. Let Yen Sid or whoever educate the boy, there was a tower full of mysteries to unravel. Xemnas wasn't much of a teacher regardless, Roxas and Xion had proven that much. Better to leave it to those better suited to it.
But it seems an abrubt dismissal, the way he turns back to the plain of grass and dotted holes and watching mountains, as if Riku(replicaaa) was no longer of interest. He had no issues, apparently, with turning his back on the other.]
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[His fists tighten. What, so this guy was above Vexen-? That set his anger up to a new level, though he did his best to contain it. Working with the others at least stopped the violent outbursts.]
...Fine. Fall down far enough that your powers no longer work. Don't say no one warned you.
[He's done and with that little fragment of information, creates a corridor behind himself that he's prepared to just slip right through.]
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[It's a mild addition to the prompt not-finished protest. Xemnas can tell when someone else is angry, and that this boy (Riku, wasn't it?) was doing his best to maintain self control was ...interesting.
Why bother? If hostile to him, or others of his Organization, why bottle it up? Being told that falling down the holes far enough disables one's powers is additionally interesting, and drags Xemnas' attention RIGHT back to the hole, as if he is seriously debating just jumping in and finding out if this is true.]
Very well. Thank you for the warning. I will have to put that to the test.
[The replica's dealt with Nobodies before. It's not a genuine thanks, nothing more than a token nod to proper social behaviors. But it's better than nothing, surely. Or worse, for the attempt would just be a hollow mockery.
And knowing the Organization, he's just going to find someone to throw down the hole.]